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It was every so often that Zitao ended going to a club in the lively downtown streets of Seoul, it was usually around 10 PM that he arrived. It was the perfect balance between the clarity and intoxication of the mind, where judgement was the slightest bit hazy but motor skills were still definitely intact. Overall, his potential victims were the ideal bait. Zitao had on nothing on too fancy but just the right pair of black jeans and leather jacket to attract the half of the mass of people on the dance floor. The incubus could feel the pulse of every beat through his body as he zig-zagged his way to the bar, tossing a few lingering gazes here and there with a slight smirk. The dark-haired male approached the bartender immediately, ordering a gin on the rocks. Something practical for now, he decided for himself. Charcoal feline eyes roamed around the expansive club, formulating a plan on who just to pick for tonight's feast. There were easily over three hundred bodies here, it would be quite the quest to only pick one. 'We'll see how the night plays out...'